So.. Now that it's summer, I honestly don't know what to do anymore.
I feel like I'm trapped inside my own house. Why, you might ask?
No money, nowhere to go, & I'm too damn lazy to even walk outside my house.
So here I am.. The only person who's awake, doing nothing, can't sleep cause
I'm too scared, & probably the only person who's crazy in my house. Hmm.. You think maybe the Ethiopian that lives downstairs is crazy? I wonder. But anyways, I can't sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. I haven't been sleeping since.. Saturday. Ronnie, if you're reading this, you probably know why. So.. On Saturday, when I went home, I sat on my bed, staring at the wall from 1:30am to 3:30 am just thinking, reminiscing, about whatever. For some reason, I was so off that day & I still am. At one point I was happy, then sad, then super-happy, then sad, then suicidal? Eh, eff you summer. Look what you did to me. I'm going paranoid everyday. I don't know, maybe it's time to let my anger out. I want to, but I don't know how to.. Now my way of letting anger out is - punching walls, breaking stuff & swearing. 1&2. I don't wanna ruin my house. 3. I can't swear anymore. Or else someone's gonna thump my ear.. or forehead. Goddamnit, I don't know anymore. Poem's can't even help me now. Which by the way, maybe it's just me, but does anyone notice that people have been making poems lately? I don't know, it's like every year, there's this one main thing that people do. Like, a few years ago. C-walking? This year, skateboarding, jerking. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK? Then this summer, I see people just writing up a storm. Goddamnit, the one year I do something that I love to do & no one does it, people start doing it. What the frig. "I'm not hating or anything, I'm just saying." Anyways, I thought I should just mention that. But yeah, if anyone wants to help me let out my anger, message up niggas! God, I have no life..